One Voice. Speaking in the darkness
It's hard to find anything that would invoke a feeling of kindness and love in the whole account of the tragic miscarriage of justice that befell Jesus 2000 years ago.
The whole week is account after account of betrayal, lies, violence, backstabbing, bloodshed, political intrigue, religious hypocrisy. Every form of wrongdoing was presented here in all its horrid gruesomeness.
However, there is one small incident that happened that brought nothing but tears of joy.
Mary Magdalene had risen well before dawn to go to the tomb where Jesus' body was laid. But when she got there she found that the tomb had already been opened. She stood there almost paralysed with grief. Almost speechless.
How could they? Who took the body? Haven't they humiliated Him enough? Why couldn't they just leave Him in peace?
Her despair was overwhelming. It was the kind of despair that makes you dizzy. The kind that comes smothering over you so that you can't even think.
Then she heard a movement. "Please. Tell me where they have taken His body" she wept to who she supposed was the gardener.
Then everything changed. One word, whispered in the darkness.
"Mary".
Her emotions must have came a full turnaround. Only a few short days before she had watched as his limp and bloody body was taken down from the cross. The nails wrenched out of His hands and feet ready to be used again on the next condemned man.
And here he was. Standing in front of her. "Mary".
All her grief disappeared amidst her sobs. He had to stop her from reaching out and holding Him as the resurrection process had not yet been completed.
And oh, how she worshipped Him now. "Mary".
Are you in a dark place now? Do things look so dark that you don't know which way to turn next. Then just listen for His voice.
Standing somewhere in the shadows you'll find Jesus.
He's the only one who cares and understands.
Standing somewhere in the shadows you will find Him.
And you'll know Him by the nail prints in His hands.
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